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Who: Gojyo, Nobuto, Tenpou, and Kenren
What: The War of the Coffinnails
When: Immediately after this fight
Where: Starting out by Community Housing building #3, and ending up wherever Tenpou and Kenren happen to be
Summary: Gojyo and Nobu are on a mission.
Rating: R, for language and violence

"I've got no idea where these fuckers live," Gojyo shrugs, lighting two cigarettes and passing one over to Nobuto. "Figure we should try th'bar first?"

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Tenpou gets a raised eyebrow. Gojyo gets ignored.

"General, huh? You two military, then?"

Made sense, and suddenly that bad feeling was back.

"Mind if I ask what you did? I'd rather not get into any fights with black ops, or whatever you folks call it, if I can help it."

Kenren's going to head back towards the bank now. He's feeling very grumpy about the state of his boots, they'd taken decades to break in properly. "If you'd been willing to share in the first place, we wouldn't be here now."

Looking up to the bridge. "You should never rush a party, Marshal."

"I told you." Walking in wet boots sucks. Walking in wet boots up a slippery grassy hill fucking blows.

"They're not fuckin' black ops. They're gods. Grandma and Grandpa Angel." He drops his sodden pack of cigarettes on the ground and pushes his hair back again. Stupid fucking hair, always in his face. Hi, Tenpou. Squelchy-boots here is heading your way. Gonna do something about it?

Does continuing to smoke calmly with one hand in his pocket count as doing something?

"Of the Western Army of Heaven, specifically. Hardly angels."

"A Marshal of Heaven, huh? Well, that's fine then."

If he's lucky, he can watch Tenpou fight Gojyo for a bit before trying to tangle with the Marshal himself.

"Hell, Nietzsche did it; can't be that hard."

Damn that boy never learns. He wasn't that bad was he? For now, he's just going to head back up the bank and onto the bridge. He'll kick Gojyo in the head when he has too.

Nii-chuh? Huh? Ah, doesn't matter.

"Tell your wife t'put his smokes down, Grandpa. 'Less you want t'try an' smoke river water."

Gojyo isn't going to wait for a reply. He also isn't going to lose track of where Kenren and Nobu are. Not this time. He's just going to see if that bar brawl last time was representative. You didn't fight so well close-in, Marshal. Gojyo's going to get right up in your face, then, and see about punching you in your smirking fucking mouth.

"Killing gods is much harder than you'd think."

No, Tenpou isn't the brawler Kenren is, but you see, he's also not bellied up to a bar this time. It allows him to sidestep that punch and turn and send an elbow flying at Gojyo's ribs.

Nobu can work with that kind of distraction. Tenpou's got a low swinging club coming toward his knee now; not that he expects it to actually land, but that kind of feint should help buy Gojyo an opening. And maybe take some of the force out of that elbow.

So it's that kind of dance, is it. Switch your partners do-see-doe? Kenren's going to go low to tackle Nobu around the waist.

Finally, Nobu is doing something other than being an ass! Tha~nk you! And hell, if Kenren is tackling Nobu, let's make it a proper party! That elbow hurt, but it didn't hurt so much that Gojyo can't go with it, turn, and try a tackle of his own. Wet kappa, incoming, and planning to take you down!

Honestly, does every fight need to end in rolling around like a pile of puppies? Fine. Tackle him. But he's going to try to drive a knee into your gut -or whatever convenient surrounding area he can reach- on the way down.

Son of a--fine, tackle him, but as long as you're there he's going for a headlock. And since he can't really keep from falling over, he's at least gonna make sure he doesn't end up pinned; if he's lucky, maybe he can pull the General over and land on top.

Maybe not all the way on top, but Kenren twists to land mostly on one side to keep his leverage. If he's lucky most of the impact will be absorbed by his shoulder, and he won' actually snap one of his wings.

That knee in his gut came damn close to knocking the wind out of him. But momentum is a wonderful thing, and now there's a wet kappa pinning you to the ground, Grandma. Anything he can reach to punch is getting punched, and if punching isn't an option, well, There's always the old favorite of spitting in your face. Can you tell yet that Gojyo really doesn't like you?

He was fairly well aware of that, yes. The journal conversation might have clued him in. He gets one hand up to protect his face. Where'd Gojyo learn to fight, anyway? A playground?

Long as he's got that knee in your stomach, though, he's going to use the leverage to get his other leg up and try to kick you off. Shoo, fly.

The impact loosens his hold on Kenren; he lets go, giving up on the headlock and bringing his knee up either to actually hit or just to get some distance between them.
He kinda landed on the stick, though, and damn does his side hurt now.

If Nobu's hold is loosened enough Kenren's going to try and get back on his feet, 'cause this rolling around on the ground isn't nearly as much fun as punching someone while standing.

That kick to the stomach shouldn't have done anything other than be annoying, but his poor ribs have been beat on and beat on today, and that kick hurt. Instead of falling back, or rolling to the side, he twists, trying to protect his ribs, and falls hard with his arm bent under his body, and... and oh shit. Something just went pop.

"Fuck!"

Does that mean you'll get off of him? If so, about damn time. He'll be over here checking to make sure you didn't ruin his pack of cigarettes, too.

Just be happy he's not the type to... well, okay, just be happy he hasn't decided to kick you while you're down. Yet.

He's a street fighter, not a wrestler, so he's perfectly happy to let Kenren get back up, since that gives him a chance to do the same.

Moving into a defensive stance now, though, to try and take stock of the situation. Whatever just happened to Gojyo, if he's out of the fight, things could start going badly.

Wait, did Gojyo actually hurt himself? That's not fun. "Oi, Sonny, you ready to stop this and let your grandpa get you a drink?"

He'll tell Kenren what he can do with his "Sonny" in a minute, but for now... for now, he's going to try very very hard not to move. Fucking dislocated shoulder. Ow. Ow. Fuuuuuck ow.

"Fuck you." Yeah, that was a general 'fuck you'. All of you suck. This fight sucks. His shoulder sucks. Everything sucks. Ow. ...Not gonna be sick. Not gonna. Nope.

Kenren can play nurse-maid all he wants. Tenpou will be over here smoking and keeping an eye on the kids from a reasonable distance. And also not-coincidentally keeping his cigarettes out of reach of greedy little fingers.

Huh, that doesn't look good. And the fight seems to have just . . . stopped.

"You people are strange, you know that?"

Alright, Gojyo, time to have a look at you.

"What'd you break?"